Post by alyadmirer on Jan 14, 2016 0:28:14 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” our resident announcer declares, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!!”
JULIET BLOODWIND
“KILLING IN THE NAME OF”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAaLeJ53umE
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more. And that roar grows only louder as Navajo Nation recognizes the change in Juliet’s garb:
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her servitude to Anciline de Cyr and in defending her tag strap has only FURTHER endeared her to the Orlando faithful. She arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “THERE IS ONLY ONE JULIET BLOODWIND! ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES!” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind starts to limber up in her corner.
Rage gave way to silence, but only for a moment. When the speakers come back to life, it’s Adelitas Way’s “Criticize” that pulses through the airwaves...
”CRITICIZE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApQCrNl2Gx4
“And her opponent,” the announcer resumes, “hailing from Foxriver, New York... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Social Media Superstar... She is... LYYYSSSSSSAAA ZAAAHHHNNN!!!!!”
LYSSA ZAHN:
Right on cue, the curtains part, and a ravishing brunette strides into view--one who could very easily be mistaken for the woman awaiting her in the ring, and indeed HAD been by Kendra LaRue. At least tonight, there is a difference in their garb. Instead of the Tempe Temptress’ faux deerskin, Lyssa sports predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top work to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots complete the look.
Zahn struts down to the ring, basking as much in the derisive jeers as the whistles and looks of appreciation. As the saying goes, the worst thing in wrestling is to be ignored, and one thing is certain: wherever she goes, Lyssa Zahn is NEVER ignored. The brunette climbs the ringsteps, slipping through the ropes and nearly skipping to her corner.
When the bell sounds, both women move out of their corner, and when Bloodwind and Zahn meet mid-ring, the similarities between these two women become MORE pronounced: both the same height, Lyssa maybe a little heftier, but not by much. It is indeed not hard to see how Kendra LaRue had been fooled.
“How much money did you have to spend?” the Tempe Temptress asks with a sly grin. “And how insecure did you have to be in your own self?”
“Please,” the Social Media Superstar replies. “This is all natural. Clearly, God took one look at how you turned out and wanted a mulligan.”
Juliet’s only response is a snarl as she raises her right hand, inviting her adversary to enter a test of strength. Lyssa doesn’t hesitate before raising her left hand to meet it. Once their remaining hands are entwined, the contest is on... and it proves a stalemate for several long seconds.
Gradually, though, Lyssa starts to force Bloodwind’s wrists back... but only for a moment. Gritting her teeth, the Tempe Temptress rallies, forcing Zahn back into a bridge. The crown of Lyssa’s skull almost meets the canvas before SHE then turns the tide, straining back to full verticality and then beyond, Juliet now unable to keep from bridging back...
Bloodwind’s noggin does settle down against the canvas, Lyssa pressing the Native American warrior’s hands down as well. She then kicks her feet into the air, dropping her knees onto Juliet’s tummy... but the Tempe Temptress somehow manages to maintain her bridge, even with Zahn’s weight now full on her!
Lyssa drops her feet back to the canvas, ready to head back to the drawing board. But as she does, the Bloodwind rallies again, straightening...
... until a kneelift from the Social Media Superstar BLASTS into her belly.
Acting quickly, Zahn releases Juliet’s right hand, deftly drawing the Navajo beauty’s left arm across her own throat before reclaiming Bloodwind’s left hand and doing the same with that wing. The straightjacket now secured, Lyssa plants a boot just below the pit of Juliet’s right knee and presses down, forcing the Tempe Temptress to her knees. Lyssa then falls back, YANKING Bloodwind’s back down against the knees of the Social Media Superstar.
There’s nowhere for the Tempe Temptress to go, but there’s no way in HELL that she will submit to something like this--a fact made clear by the defiant tone of her protests when the official asks. Of course, Lyssa is well aware of that as well, so she breaks the hold of her own accord after just a few seconds. Crawling over to Bloodwind just as Juliet makes it up to her hands and knees, Zahn slaps on a headlock before throwing her weight to the right, taking the Navajo beauty on a Gator Roll across the canvas, one that continues when she reverses course to the left...
GATOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXUMe0ldsgg
Releasing the headlock, Lyssa climbs to her feet and pulls Bloodwind up as well. Taking a wrist, the Social Media Superstar sets her feet and starts to deliver an Irish whip, but Juliet has other ideas. Reversing it, the Native American brunette dips down, wrapping her arms around Zahn’s left thigh before rising up. The Tempe Temptress then falls back, taking her opponent down harshly with a one legged flapjack.
ONE-LEGGED FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAqrBUQcuxU
Both brunettes scramble up... and Juliet leaps from practically a dead standstill to wrap her legs around Lyssa’s head, once again taking Zahn to the mat, this time by way of a standing rana. Juliet beats the Social Media Superstar to her feet handily this time, and she again leaves them--and pistons her boots into Lyssa’s chest with a dropkick. Grabbing Zahn’s ankles, the Tempe Temptress flips over her prey, locking in a jackknife pin and scoring the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Lyssa’s fists fly upward, slamming her fists into Bloodwind’s flanks and breaking the pin.
The younger brunette sits up, only for Juliet to scoot in behind her, locking in a nice, tight set of bodyscissors. A groaning Lyssa attempts to pry her way free by digging her elbows into the meat of Bloodwind’s inner thighs, but before she can make too much headway, the Tempe Temptress rocks to the side, rolling the Social Media Superstar over and stacking her up on her shoulders.
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Lyssa kicks loose.
Bloodwind picks herself up quickly, and then hairhauls the Social Media Superstar up as well. Backing Zahn into the nearest corner, the Tempe Temptress bodies in against her foe as she gathers up a wrist. “Might not be taking too many selfies after this one, bytch...” she mutters, then launches Lyssa on her way with an Irish whip. The brunette turns her back into the impact, but the collision is still hard enough drop Zahn to her backside--EXACTLY as Bloodwind had hoped. She takes off in a dead sprint, SMASHING her knee into Lyssa’s face with a wicked Panic Attack.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
Yanking the reeling Social Media Superstar to her feet with two helpings of hair, Juliet uses a hairmare to take Zahn out of the corner, putting her fellow brunette on her butt a second time in less than a minute. She had barely released Lyssa’s locks before turning to the ropes and slipping out onto the apron. As Lyssa tries to regain her footing, Bloodwind ascends to the top turnbuckle, and as Zahn turns to face her, the Tempe Temptress takes flight, locking her legs tight around Lyssa’s noggin...
... but as she starts to throw her weight downward, Zahn brings her arms up, wrapping them around Bloodwind’s waist. A bigger problem for the Tempe Temptress is that Lyssa then sits out, swinging her foe down, Bloodwind’s descent no longer under her own control but imposed on her by the Social Media Superstar. In short, Lyssa transforms what had promised to be an electrifying diving rana into a devastating sitout powerbomb that leave the Navajo beauty twitching between Zahn’s parted stems. Keeping her arms around Bloodwind’s midsection, she leans forward, holding Juliet pinned for...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOO!!!!!!
Juliet kicks out.
The wind might have been momentarily taken out of the sails of the Tempe Temptress, but she manages to work her way up to her knees fairly quickly... but not quickly enough, Lyssa raking her nails across Bloodwind’s eyes and making her shriek. Zahn then pulls her opponent up and whips her into the ropes. Instinct compels the Navajo warrior to turn her back in time before she hits the ropes, the cables propelling Bloodwind back to her adversary. Unfortunately for her, instinct is little help to the blinded Juliet in judging exactly WHEN she gets back to the Social Media Superstar, or stopping Lyssa from powering the Native American brunette HIGH into the air.
It also, sadly, doesn’t do much to help Bloodwind judge exactly how quickly gravity pulls her back to earth--or, more accurately, merciless, unyielding canvas.
FREE FALL DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxITMvVu0eg
Juliet struggles to her knees, crawling her way to the ropes--whether her vision had cleared enough to allow her to locate the nearest set of cables or if it had just been a coincidence is an open question. Zahn’s approach to those ropes as far more deliberate and clearly calculated, the Social Media Superstar slipping out onto the apron. Approaching her foe, Lyssa reaches out, pulling Bloodwind’s head through the gap between the middle and top rope. And, keeping a hand on the back of the Navajo’s neck, the younger brunette begins blasting knee after knee after knee after knee into Juliet’s chest.
KNEECOPLASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFfr-qhhbSo
When the barrage finally ceases, the Tempe Temptress spills away from the ropes, landing on all fours and slowly crawling back toward the middle of the ring. Lyssa threads herself back through the ropes, stalking her foe before circling around to her head. Pulling Bloodwind up, the Social Media Superstar wraps an arm around the Native American’s neck, fills her free hand with the waistband of Bloodwind’s bottoms, pops her hips and hoists Juliet heavenward...
... and holds her there. For well past five, and pretty close to ten, seconds. Only then does Lyssa tumble backward, concluding her vertical suplex. Kneewalking to the prone Navajo warrior, Zahn settles into a straddle of Juliet’s gulping tummy, and the official slides into position, anticipating a cover. Instead, the Social Media Superstar grabs Bloodwind’s pigtails, pulls her head off the mat, and then SLAMS the back of the Tempe Temptress’ skull into the mat. “Come on, Lyssa!” the ref chides her, Zahn relenting enough to pull her hands away from Bloodwind’s tresses...
... and then to deliver a backhanded slap to Juliet’s cheek.
Rising, Zahn hauls a mewling Juliet up, slips a leg through her foe’s thighs and scoops the Tempe Temptress up to her chest. The younger brunette then takes a knee, RAMMING Bloodwind down, spine first, across her outstretched thigh. Keeping one forearm against the Native American’s thighs, Lyssa jams her other hand underneath her foe’s chin, keeping Juliet trapped in the backbreaker. The Navajo warrior groans and cries out, but she refuses to submit.
Sending Bloodwind from her posted knee with a shove, Lyssa rises, then hairhauls the Tempe Temptress back to her feet. Dipping a shoulder, Zahn shuffles her foe up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. She doesn’t display her cargo long, though, before falling back and driving Bloodwind to the canvas with a Samoan drop. Rolling over on her hip, the Social Media Superstar applies the cover, hooking a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
The Tempe Temptress gets a shoulder up.
“If there’s one thing I can’t stand,” Zahn mutters, rising to her feet, “it’s someone who DOESN’T know when her 15 minutes are up.” Pulling Jules up as well, Lyssa slips her arms around the Native American beauty’s waist. Then, with a grunt, the younger brunette lifts Bloodwind off her feet as she pulls the Tempe Temptress into a tight bearhug. It might not be an Erika Eisenberg-class embrace, but it’s still a strong enough squeeze to compel Juliet to wrap her legs around Zahn’s hips in an effort to ease the pressure.
“What do you say, Jules?” the referee asks.
“I...,” Bloodwind gasp, “unnnnnhhhhhh... I say... at least I had 15 minutes. Bytch here’s... not gonna have... much more than... the 3 seconds... it takes me to pin her fat aaaAAAAGGGGGGGUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
A pulse of Lyssa’s pythons momentarily shuts the Navajo beauty up, but it also apparently puts some steel back into Bloodwind’s arms, as they begin to rise. Elbows cocked, the Tempe Temptress sends then SMASHING into Zahn’s ears, the blows connecting hard enough to loosen the arms around her waist. So Juliet does it again, and feels them loosen a little more. She does it a THIRD time, and feels Lyssa’s arms topple away. As her feet drop back to the mat, Bloodwind pivots and starts to race toward the ropes...
... but Lyssa reaches out with both hands, snatching the Navajo’s pigtails and yanking back. Juliet’s sprinting legs fly out from underneath her, the Tempe Temptress falling HARD onto her back.
“Careful, Bloodwind,” the Social Media Superstar mutters, peeling her opponent off the mat, “I can make sure your memory lives FOREVER... but it won’t be in a way you like.” Wrapping an arm around Juliet’s neck, Lyssa reaches for her bottoms, intending to make the Navajo warrior Kneel Before Zahn...
... only Bloodwind hooks her legs and drops back, shocking Lyssa--and perhaps the FAWNatics--by rolling her into a tight small package.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Zahn bucks free.
Lyssa rolls up to her knees, looking up at the official in alarm. But when he holds up two fingers, alarm gives way to anger. “Get with the damn program, will ya?” she snaps, then rises...
... only as Zahn argues, Bloodwind gets to her feet. And she meets the rising Social Media Superstar with a dropkick to the chest. A wincing Lyssa picks herself up fairly quickly, but eats a SECOND dropkick--this one to the mush. The younger brunette struggles up once more, and this time receives a Navajo chop, two knife edges SLAMMING into the sides of her neck. Zahn keeps her feet this time, but she turns and staggers into the near corner.
Bloodwind follows her in, claiming a handful of hair and slamming her foe’s face into the top turnbuckle three times in quick succession. Grabbing a shoulder, the Tempe Temptress turns Lyssa’s back to the buckles, shoving her into the corner. And as Juliet’s eyes find the heart-shaped “cleavage window”, her lips curl into a smirk. “I DO love a target...” Bloodwind purrs, drawing her choppin’ hand back and unleashing a Knife Edge Massacre.
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
A blistering barrage of nearly THIRTY chops leaves Lyssa’s puppies howling, the Social Media Superstar trying to push her way past Bloodwind and stagger out of the corner. Instead, Juliet snatches her wrist and sends the younger brunette on her way with an Irish whip, marching out to the center of the ring as Zahn shoots back toward her. Lowering a shoulder, the Tempe Temptress tosses the incoming brunette up and onto her shoulders. Deftly securing a fireman’s carry, Bloodwind kicks her legs out, DRIVING Lyssa into the mat with her pop-up Samoan drop. Juliet immediately scrambles atop her foe afterward, hooking a leg and scoring the...
POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Lyssa gets a shoulder up.
Unlike her opponent a few moments ago, Juliet doesn’t argue about the referee’s count, or get down on herself for just how close she had come to victory. Instead, she climbs to her feet, scraping Zahn up as well and threading her right arm underneath the younger brunette’s left. Wheeling around so that her back is to Lyssa’s chest, the Tempe Temptress hups her foe off her feet, grabbing the Social Media Superstar’s left leg and strapping Lyssa in tight with her belly pressed to Bloodwind’s back. Letting out a determined war cry, Juliet swings her opponent around from back to front, sitting out and SLAMMING Lyssa down face and chest first between her parted stems, Zahn at ground zero of a Tempe Twister.
TEMPE TWISTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x6JSZBw4T8
Instead of going for a cover or going to the top rope, Juliet rises and yanks Lyssa up with a handful of hair. Dipping her head underneath the Social Media Superstar’s right arm, Bloodwind reaches her right arm across Zahn’s chest. Lifting her opponent off her feet, the Tempe Temptress throws it into full reverse, DRIVING Lyssa down face and chest first, connecting solidly with her Bloodhawk Slam!
Perhaps the move hits a little TOO well, since the younger brunette bounces away from the impact and KEEPS rolling--TOWARD the ropes. Seeing the escape in progress, Juliet scurries to her hands and knees and crawls after her foe...
... but she can’t catch Zahn before she spills out to the floor.
This time, the Tempe Temptress can’t keep her frustration from showing, and she slaps the mat with both hands. But as Zahn reaches for the apron, hoping to pull herself up, Juliet elects to make lemonade out of these particular lemons. Rising, the Navajo warrior grabs the top rope with both hands, and as Lyssa achieves a wobbly-legged form of verticality, Bloodwind rocks back, propelling herself over the cables and catching her newfound rival with a beautiful slingshot plancha.
SLINGSHOT PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LrT40Jh-68
“Face it, Lyssa,” the Native American beauty says with a grin, climbing to her feet and muscling the younger brunette up onto the apron, “you’re a flash in the pan.” Sending Zahn tumbling back into the ring with a shove, Juliet climbs to the apron herself, then moves to the near ringpost. Scaling her way to the top turnbuckle, Bloodwind lays in wait, watching as Lyssa picks herself up, her back to the corner. As she turns, the Tempe Temptress launches, her hand fashioned into a knife edge, swinging a Tomahawk chop toward Zahn’s skull...
... but the Social Media Superstar ducks, stepping underneath the descending Navajo and stumbling into the corner Bloodwind had just vacated. Reacting quickly to her misfire, the Tempe Temptress spins around, already swinging a balled right fist. But Lyssa ducks it, straightening up and keeping the Native American warrior’s limb trapped behind her head. Reaching across Juliet’s chest, Zahn abruptly falls backward, much as Juliet had done with her Bloodhawk Slam, but there is ONE important difference:
Zahn’s maneuver sends Bloodwind’s face slamming HARD into the middle turnbuckle.
REVERSE STO INTO TURNBUCKLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nduzje3iBz4
That might be a small measure of payback, but it’s apparently not enough for the Social Media Superstar. Scooping Juliet off her feet, Lyssa drops the Tempe Temptress across the top rope, Bloodwind’s shoulders to the right of the turnbuckle and her butt to the left. With the Navajo warrior hung up, Zahn starts unloading with open hand chops and slaps to Bloodwind’s belly, lighting her up, the Zahnlyphone leaving Juliet’s tummy a decidedly brighter crimson by its conclusion.
After the official’s count reaches four, Lyssa takes a step back, then moves in to pull the Tempe Temptress down off the ropes. Dragging Juliet away from the corner, the Social Media Superstar’s payback tour continues when Zahn laces an arm around Bloodwind’s neck and grabs a handful of bottoms. Denied once, Lyssa will not be thwarted a second time when she hoists her opponent airborne, falls to one knee, and brutally drops Bloodwind neck first across her thigh. Juliet doesn’t quite end up Kneeling Before Zahn, but she does wind out seated before her, the Navajo’s back to her foe, head bowed, arms hanging limp and legs splayed wide open.
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP8P_Y8r4mc
“Almost over, Jules,” Lyssa purrs, pushing up from her knee. “But I promise I’ll make it memorable.” Turning on one heel, the Social Media Superstar races into the ropes opposite Bloodwind. Hitting the cables, she shoots back at her opponent, launching herself into the air and landing her backside into Juliet’s bosom, taking the Navajo warrior to the canvas with a leaping seated senton.
“Consider yourself special,” Zahn mutters as she gets back to her feet. “Had to make a little detour, just for you.” Again, the younger brunette rushes toward the ropes, only this time the ones off to Bloodwind’s right flank. Rebounding off the rubber coated steel strands, the Social Media Superstar hurtles back toward her splattered adversary, taking flight and once again dropping her ass onto Juliet’s chest. Springing back to her feet, Lyssa doesn’t hesitate before charging into the ropes off her foe’s LEFT side now. The cables propel her back toward Bloodwind, and Zahn once more leaves her feet, landing her butt against the Tempe Temptress’ bosom for a THIRD time.
Bouncing off of Juliet’s chest, Zahn turns and takes off toward the last remaining set of ropes, which launch Lyssa back toward Bloodwind’s noggin. Jumping into the air, the younger brunette delivers the last of her Zahn Bombs, SLAMMING her rump onto the Tempe Temptress’ gurls for a fourth and final time. Having done yeoman’s work depriving Juliet’s lungs of oxygen, it’s hardly even fair when the Social Media Superstar scoots back, settling into the saddle atop the deflated Native American’s features, the alarm in Navajo Nation growing more pronounced by the second.
Immediately, Juliet’s legs begin to thrash and kick--there’s little her arms can do, considering her biceps and currently sandwiched between Zahn’s thighs and calves. Lyssa brings her hands to Bloodwind’s rack, roughly pressing down and palming the Tempe Temptress’ gurls as she attempts to ride out foe’s struggles. As the seconds tick by, Juliet’s bucking and struggles ramps up in intensity and desperation...
... but, within about twenty seconds, that writhing begins to ease. And within another ten seconds, it practically ceases. But before the official can think about trying to ascertain Bloodwind’s consciousness, Zahn dismounts her opponent, pushing up to her feet. Circling to Juliet’s feet, the younger brunette takes her left ankle, lifting her gam into the air and stepping around it. But any thoughts of a figure four are quickly dispelled when Lyssa drops to her backside. Pressing her right foot into the back of Juliet’s right thigh, the Social Media Superstar nudges her opponent over to her belly, then stuffs the Tempe Temptress’ left boot into the pit of her right knee.
With her right leg in the keyhole created by Bloodwind’s thighs, Lyssa rolls to her knees, bringing the Tempe Temptress back over to her back, Juliet ironically finding herself trapped in a sort of Indian Deathlock--not that she’s currently aware enough to appreciate said irony. Grabbing Juliet’s right wrist, Zahn pulls the Navajo warrior up to a seated position, then threads her arm underneath the Tempe Temptress’ left wing. She then laces her fingers together underneath Bloodwind’s cheek, completely trapping Juliet in her Profile Pic.
PROFILE PIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6OdIL969x4
A jolt of agony only partially rouses Bloodwind out of her stupor, the Native American warrior utterly immobilized save for her right arm--which is not long enough, by several feet, to grab the ropes and force a break. “What do you say, Jules?” the ref asks.
“nnnnnnnhhhhhhhppppppppppphhhhhh....”
“Jules?” the official asks again, hoping for a clearer answer.
Instead, what he receives is, “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh....”
A somewhat closer examination of the Navajo warrior reveals closed eyes and parted lips that failed to move with that last vocalization. Tenderly, the ref take her right wrist, raising her arm...
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMES!!!!!
“RING IT!” the zebra shouts toward the timekeeper’s table. “IT’S OVER!”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the ring announcer proclaims once the bell finishes tolling, “your winner, via knockout... LYYYSSSSSSAAA ZAAAHHHNNN!!!!!”
The Social Media Superstar unclasps her hands, allowing the slumbering Bloodwind’s upper body to pitch forward. With Juliet’s legs still bound by hers, Zahn leans forward and makes short work of unfastening the Tempe Temptress’ bikini top.
“Lyssa, it’s over,” the ref snaps.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt her,” Zahn replies, working her legs loose from her opponent’s before liberated Juliet’s hips and hindquarters from her briefs. “I’ve just gotta give this bytch a reason to want to get her ass kicked by me again.”
Lyssa shovels the now naked save for her boots Bloodwind to her back before introducing the Tempe Temptress’ face to her glutes for a second time. And this time, Zahn settles in for the long haul. Pinching Juliet’s nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, the younger brunette twists and tugs on those buds, swishing her hips to all four compass points...
North...
South...
East...
West...
East...
South...
West...
South...
North...
And on. With each sweep, Lyssa pushes down a little harder. Her breathing becomes a little more ragged...
... and then her spine stiffens and arches, the Social Media Superstar pressing down HARD on Bloodwind’s bosom and throwing her head back with a low moan.
Chest heaving, Lyssa sinks a little heavier onto her opponent cum throne, taking all the time to gather her strength before climbing off. Still on her knees, Zahn slips her hands inside her briefs, along her right hip... and withdraws her phone. Switching on the camera app, the triumphant brunette lines up the perfect shot, where the light sufficiently captures the glaze on Juliet’s blissful features.
“If this isn’t Wall of Shame material,” Zahn coos, snapping off her first shot, “I don’t know what is...”
JULIET BLOODWIND
“KILLING IN THE NAME OF”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAaLeJ53umE
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more. And that roar grows only louder as Navajo Nation recognizes the change in Juliet’s garb:
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her servitude to Anciline de Cyr and in defending her tag strap has only FURTHER endeared her to the Orlando faithful. She arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “THERE IS ONLY ONE JULIET BLOODWIND! ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES!” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind starts to limber up in her corner.
Rage gave way to silence, but only for a moment. When the speakers come back to life, it’s Adelitas Way’s “Criticize” that pulses through the airwaves...
”CRITICIZE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApQCrNl2Gx4
“And her opponent,” the announcer resumes, “hailing from Foxriver, New York... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Social Media Superstar... She is... LYYYSSSSSSAAA ZAAAHHHNNN!!!!!”
LYSSA ZAHN:
Right on cue, the curtains part, and a ravishing brunette strides into view--one who could very easily be mistaken for the woman awaiting her in the ring, and indeed HAD been by Kendra LaRue. At least tonight, there is a difference in their garb. Instead of the Tempe Temptress’ faux deerskin, Lyssa sports predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top work to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots complete the look.
Zahn struts down to the ring, basking as much in the derisive jeers as the whistles and looks of appreciation. As the saying goes, the worst thing in wrestling is to be ignored, and one thing is certain: wherever she goes, Lyssa Zahn is NEVER ignored. The brunette climbs the ringsteps, slipping through the ropes and nearly skipping to her corner.
When the bell sounds, both women move out of their corner, and when Bloodwind and Zahn meet mid-ring, the similarities between these two women become MORE pronounced: both the same height, Lyssa maybe a little heftier, but not by much. It is indeed not hard to see how Kendra LaRue had been fooled.
“How much money did you have to spend?” the Tempe Temptress asks with a sly grin. “And how insecure did you have to be in your own self?”
“Please,” the Social Media Superstar replies. “This is all natural. Clearly, God took one look at how you turned out and wanted a mulligan.”
Juliet’s only response is a snarl as she raises her right hand, inviting her adversary to enter a test of strength. Lyssa doesn’t hesitate before raising her left hand to meet it. Once their remaining hands are entwined, the contest is on... and it proves a stalemate for several long seconds.
Gradually, though, Lyssa starts to force Bloodwind’s wrists back... but only for a moment. Gritting her teeth, the Tempe Temptress rallies, forcing Zahn back into a bridge. The crown of Lyssa’s skull almost meets the canvas before SHE then turns the tide, straining back to full verticality and then beyond, Juliet now unable to keep from bridging back...
Bloodwind’s noggin does settle down against the canvas, Lyssa pressing the Native American warrior’s hands down as well. She then kicks her feet into the air, dropping her knees onto Juliet’s tummy... but the Tempe Temptress somehow manages to maintain her bridge, even with Zahn’s weight now full on her!
Lyssa drops her feet back to the canvas, ready to head back to the drawing board. But as she does, the Bloodwind rallies again, straightening...
... until a kneelift from the Social Media Superstar BLASTS into her belly.
Acting quickly, Zahn releases Juliet’s right hand, deftly drawing the Navajo beauty’s left arm across her own throat before reclaiming Bloodwind’s left hand and doing the same with that wing. The straightjacket now secured, Lyssa plants a boot just below the pit of Juliet’s right knee and presses down, forcing the Tempe Temptress to her knees. Lyssa then falls back, YANKING Bloodwind’s back down against the knees of the Social Media Superstar.
There’s nowhere for the Tempe Temptress to go, but there’s no way in HELL that she will submit to something like this--a fact made clear by the defiant tone of her protests when the official asks. Of course, Lyssa is well aware of that as well, so she breaks the hold of her own accord after just a few seconds. Crawling over to Bloodwind just as Juliet makes it up to her hands and knees, Zahn slaps on a headlock before throwing her weight to the right, taking the Navajo beauty on a Gator Roll across the canvas, one that continues when she reverses course to the left...
GATOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXUMe0ldsgg
Releasing the headlock, Lyssa climbs to her feet and pulls Bloodwind up as well. Taking a wrist, the Social Media Superstar sets her feet and starts to deliver an Irish whip, but Juliet has other ideas. Reversing it, the Native American brunette dips down, wrapping her arms around Zahn’s left thigh before rising up. The Tempe Temptress then falls back, taking her opponent down harshly with a one legged flapjack.
ONE-LEGGED FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAqrBUQcuxU
Both brunettes scramble up... and Juliet leaps from practically a dead standstill to wrap her legs around Lyssa’s head, once again taking Zahn to the mat, this time by way of a standing rana. Juliet beats the Social Media Superstar to her feet handily this time, and she again leaves them--and pistons her boots into Lyssa’s chest with a dropkick. Grabbing Zahn’s ankles, the Tempe Temptress flips over her prey, locking in a jackknife pin and scoring the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Lyssa’s fists fly upward, slamming her fists into Bloodwind’s flanks and breaking the pin.
The younger brunette sits up, only for Juliet to scoot in behind her, locking in a nice, tight set of bodyscissors. A groaning Lyssa attempts to pry her way free by digging her elbows into the meat of Bloodwind’s inner thighs, but before she can make too much headway, the Tempe Temptress rocks to the side, rolling the Social Media Superstar over and stacking her up on her shoulders.
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Lyssa kicks loose.
Bloodwind picks herself up quickly, and then hairhauls the Social Media Superstar up as well. Backing Zahn into the nearest corner, the Tempe Temptress bodies in against her foe as she gathers up a wrist. “Might not be taking too many selfies after this one, bytch...” she mutters, then launches Lyssa on her way with an Irish whip. The brunette turns her back into the impact, but the collision is still hard enough drop Zahn to her backside--EXACTLY as Bloodwind had hoped. She takes off in a dead sprint, SMASHING her knee into Lyssa’s face with a wicked Panic Attack.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
Yanking the reeling Social Media Superstar to her feet with two helpings of hair, Juliet uses a hairmare to take Zahn out of the corner, putting her fellow brunette on her butt a second time in less than a minute. She had barely released Lyssa’s locks before turning to the ropes and slipping out onto the apron. As Lyssa tries to regain her footing, Bloodwind ascends to the top turnbuckle, and as Zahn turns to face her, the Tempe Temptress takes flight, locking her legs tight around Lyssa’s noggin...
... but as she starts to throw her weight downward, Zahn brings her arms up, wrapping them around Bloodwind’s waist. A bigger problem for the Tempe Temptress is that Lyssa then sits out, swinging her foe down, Bloodwind’s descent no longer under her own control but imposed on her by the Social Media Superstar. In short, Lyssa transforms what had promised to be an electrifying diving rana into a devastating sitout powerbomb that leave the Navajo beauty twitching between Zahn’s parted stems. Keeping her arms around Bloodwind’s midsection, she leans forward, holding Juliet pinned for...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOO!!!!!!
Juliet kicks out.
The wind might have been momentarily taken out of the sails of the Tempe Temptress, but she manages to work her way up to her knees fairly quickly... but not quickly enough, Lyssa raking her nails across Bloodwind’s eyes and making her shriek. Zahn then pulls her opponent up and whips her into the ropes. Instinct compels the Navajo warrior to turn her back in time before she hits the ropes, the cables propelling Bloodwind back to her adversary. Unfortunately for her, instinct is little help to the blinded Juliet in judging exactly WHEN she gets back to the Social Media Superstar, or stopping Lyssa from powering the Native American brunette HIGH into the air.
It also, sadly, doesn’t do much to help Bloodwind judge exactly how quickly gravity pulls her back to earth--or, more accurately, merciless, unyielding canvas.
FREE FALL DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxITMvVu0eg
Juliet struggles to her knees, crawling her way to the ropes--whether her vision had cleared enough to allow her to locate the nearest set of cables or if it had just been a coincidence is an open question. Zahn’s approach to those ropes as far more deliberate and clearly calculated, the Social Media Superstar slipping out onto the apron. Approaching her foe, Lyssa reaches out, pulling Bloodwind’s head through the gap between the middle and top rope. And, keeping a hand on the back of the Navajo’s neck, the younger brunette begins blasting knee after knee after knee after knee into Juliet’s chest.
KNEECOPLASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFfr-qhhbSo
When the barrage finally ceases, the Tempe Temptress spills away from the ropes, landing on all fours and slowly crawling back toward the middle of the ring. Lyssa threads herself back through the ropes, stalking her foe before circling around to her head. Pulling Bloodwind up, the Social Media Superstar wraps an arm around the Native American’s neck, fills her free hand with the waistband of Bloodwind’s bottoms, pops her hips and hoists Juliet heavenward...
... and holds her there. For well past five, and pretty close to ten, seconds. Only then does Lyssa tumble backward, concluding her vertical suplex. Kneewalking to the prone Navajo warrior, Zahn settles into a straddle of Juliet’s gulping tummy, and the official slides into position, anticipating a cover. Instead, the Social Media Superstar grabs Bloodwind’s pigtails, pulls her head off the mat, and then SLAMS the back of the Tempe Temptress’ skull into the mat. “Come on, Lyssa!” the ref chides her, Zahn relenting enough to pull her hands away from Bloodwind’s tresses...
... and then to deliver a backhanded slap to Juliet’s cheek.
Rising, Zahn hauls a mewling Juliet up, slips a leg through her foe’s thighs and scoops the Tempe Temptress up to her chest. The younger brunette then takes a knee, RAMMING Bloodwind down, spine first, across her outstretched thigh. Keeping one forearm against the Native American’s thighs, Lyssa jams her other hand underneath her foe’s chin, keeping Juliet trapped in the backbreaker. The Navajo warrior groans and cries out, but she refuses to submit.
Sending Bloodwind from her posted knee with a shove, Lyssa rises, then hairhauls the Tempe Temptress back to her feet. Dipping a shoulder, Zahn shuffles her foe up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. She doesn’t display her cargo long, though, before falling back and driving Bloodwind to the canvas with a Samoan drop. Rolling over on her hip, the Social Media Superstar applies the cover, hooking a leg for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
The Tempe Temptress gets a shoulder up.
“If there’s one thing I can’t stand,” Zahn mutters, rising to her feet, “it’s someone who DOESN’T know when her 15 minutes are up.” Pulling Jules up as well, Lyssa slips her arms around the Native American beauty’s waist. Then, with a grunt, the younger brunette lifts Bloodwind off her feet as she pulls the Tempe Temptress into a tight bearhug. It might not be an Erika Eisenberg-class embrace, but it’s still a strong enough squeeze to compel Juliet to wrap her legs around Zahn’s hips in an effort to ease the pressure.
“What do you say, Jules?” the referee asks.
“I...,” Bloodwind gasp, “unnnnnhhhhhh... I say... at least I had 15 minutes. Bytch here’s... not gonna have... much more than... the 3 seconds... it takes me to pin her fat aaaAAAAGGGGGGGUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
A pulse of Lyssa’s pythons momentarily shuts the Navajo beauty up, but it also apparently puts some steel back into Bloodwind’s arms, as they begin to rise. Elbows cocked, the Tempe Temptress sends then SMASHING into Zahn’s ears, the blows connecting hard enough to loosen the arms around her waist. So Juliet does it again, and feels them loosen a little more. She does it a THIRD time, and feels Lyssa’s arms topple away. As her feet drop back to the mat, Bloodwind pivots and starts to race toward the ropes...
... but Lyssa reaches out with both hands, snatching the Navajo’s pigtails and yanking back. Juliet’s sprinting legs fly out from underneath her, the Tempe Temptress falling HARD onto her back.
“Careful, Bloodwind,” the Social Media Superstar mutters, peeling her opponent off the mat, “I can make sure your memory lives FOREVER... but it won’t be in a way you like.” Wrapping an arm around Juliet’s neck, Lyssa reaches for her bottoms, intending to make the Navajo warrior Kneel Before Zahn...
... only Bloodwind hooks her legs and drops back, shocking Lyssa--and perhaps the FAWNatics--by rolling her into a tight small package.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Zahn bucks free.
Lyssa rolls up to her knees, looking up at the official in alarm. But when he holds up two fingers, alarm gives way to anger. “Get with the damn program, will ya?” she snaps, then rises...
... only as Zahn argues, Bloodwind gets to her feet. And she meets the rising Social Media Superstar with a dropkick to the chest. A wincing Lyssa picks herself up fairly quickly, but eats a SECOND dropkick--this one to the mush. The younger brunette struggles up once more, and this time receives a Navajo chop, two knife edges SLAMMING into the sides of her neck. Zahn keeps her feet this time, but she turns and staggers into the near corner.
Bloodwind follows her in, claiming a handful of hair and slamming her foe’s face into the top turnbuckle three times in quick succession. Grabbing a shoulder, the Tempe Temptress turns Lyssa’s back to the buckles, shoving her into the corner. And as Juliet’s eyes find the heart-shaped “cleavage window”, her lips curl into a smirk. “I DO love a target...” Bloodwind purrs, drawing her choppin’ hand back and unleashing a Knife Edge Massacre.
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
A blistering barrage of nearly THIRTY chops leaves Lyssa’s puppies howling, the Social Media Superstar trying to push her way past Bloodwind and stagger out of the corner. Instead, Juliet snatches her wrist and sends the younger brunette on her way with an Irish whip, marching out to the center of the ring as Zahn shoots back toward her. Lowering a shoulder, the Tempe Temptress tosses the incoming brunette up and onto her shoulders. Deftly securing a fireman’s carry, Bloodwind kicks her legs out, DRIVING Lyssa into the mat with her pop-up Samoan drop. Juliet immediately scrambles atop her foe afterward, hooking a leg and scoring the...
POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Lyssa gets a shoulder up.
Unlike her opponent a few moments ago, Juliet doesn’t argue about the referee’s count, or get down on herself for just how close she had come to victory. Instead, she climbs to her feet, scraping Zahn up as well and threading her right arm underneath the younger brunette’s left. Wheeling around so that her back is to Lyssa’s chest, the Tempe Temptress hups her foe off her feet, grabbing the Social Media Superstar’s left leg and strapping Lyssa in tight with her belly pressed to Bloodwind’s back. Letting out a determined war cry, Juliet swings her opponent around from back to front, sitting out and SLAMMING Lyssa down face and chest first between her parted stems, Zahn at ground zero of a Tempe Twister.
TEMPE TWISTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x6JSZBw4T8
Instead of going for a cover or going to the top rope, Juliet rises and yanks Lyssa up with a handful of hair. Dipping her head underneath the Social Media Superstar’s right arm, Bloodwind reaches her right arm across Zahn’s chest. Lifting her opponent off her feet, the Tempe Temptress throws it into full reverse, DRIVING Lyssa down face and chest first, connecting solidly with her Bloodhawk Slam!
Perhaps the move hits a little TOO well, since the younger brunette bounces away from the impact and KEEPS rolling--TOWARD the ropes. Seeing the escape in progress, Juliet scurries to her hands and knees and crawls after her foe...
... but she can’t catch Zahn before she spills out to the floor.
This time, the Tempe Temptress can’t keep her frustration from showing, and she slaps the mat with both hands. But as Zahn reaches for the apron, hoping to pull herself up, Juliet elects to make lemonade out of these particular lemons. Rising, the Navajo warrior grabs the top rope with both hands, and as Lyssa achieves a wobbly-legged form of verticality, Bloodwind rocks back, propelling herself over the cables and catching her newfound rival with a beautiful slingshot plancha.
SLINGSHOT PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LrT40Jh-68
“Face it, Lyssa,” the Native American beauty says with a grin, climbing to her feet and muscling the younger brunette up onto the apron, “you’re a flash in the pan.” Sending Zahn tumbling back into the ring with a shove, Juliet climbs to the apron herself, then moves to the near ringpost. Scaling her way to the top turnbuckle, Bloodwind lays in wait, watching as Lyssa picks herself up, her back to the corner. As she turns, the Tempe Temptress launches, her hand fashioned into a knife edge, swinging a Tomahawk chop toward Zahn’s skull...
... but the Social Media Superstar ducks, stepping underneath the descending Navajo and stumbling into the corner Bloodwind had just vacated. Reacting quickly to her misfire, the Tempe Temptress spins around, already swinging a balled right fist. But Lyssa ducks it, straightening up and keeping the Native American warrior’s limb trapped behind her head. Reaching across Juliet’s chest, Zahn abruptly falls backward, much as Juliet had done with her Bloodhawk Slam, but there is ONE important difference:
Zahn’s maneuver sends Bloodwind’s face slamming HARD into the middle turnbuckle.
REVERSE STO INTO TURNBUCKLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nduzje3iBz4
That might be a small measure of payback, but it’s apparently not enough for the Social Media Superstar. Scooping Juliet off her feet, Lyssa drops the Tempe Temptress across the top rope, Bloodwind’s shoulders to the right of the turnbuckle and her butt to the left. With the Navajo warrior hung up, Zahn starts unloading with open hand chops and slaps to Bloodwind’s belly, lighting her up, the Zahnlyphone leaving Juliet’s tummy a decidedly brighter crimson by its conclusion.
After the official’s count reaches four, Lyssa takes a step back, then moves in to pull the Tempe Temptress down off the ropes. Dragging Juliet away from the corner, the Social Media Superstar’s payback tour continues when Zahn laces an arm around Bloodwind’s neck and grabs a handful of bottoms. Denied once, Lyssa will not be thwarted a second time when she hoists her opponent airborne, falls to one knee, and brutally drops Bloodwind neck first across her thigh. Juliet doesn’t quite end up Kneeling Before Zahn, but she does wind out seated before her, the Navajo’s back to her foe, head bowed, arms hanging limp and legs splayed wide open.
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP8P_Y8r4mc
“Almost over, Jules,” Lyssa purrs, pushing up from her knee. “But I promise I’ll make it memorable.” Turning on one heel, the Social Media Superstar races into the ropes opposite Bloodwind. Hitting the cables, she shoots back at her opponent, launching herself into the air and landing her backside into Juliet’s bosom, taking the Navajo warrior to the canvas with a leaping seated senton.
“Consider yourself special,” Zahn mutters as she gets back to her feet. “Had to make a little detour, just for you.” Again, the younger brunette rushes toward the ropes, only this time the ones off to Bloodwind’s right flank. Rebounding off the rubber coated steel strands, the Social Media Superstar hurtles back toward her splattered adversary, taking flight and once again dropping her ass onto Juliet’s chest. Springing back to her feet, Lyssa doesn’t hesitate before charging into the ropes off her foe’s LEFT side now. The cables propel her back toward Bloodwind, and Zahn once more leaves her feet, landing her butt against the Tempe Temptress’ bosom for a THIRD time.
Bouncing off of Juliet’s chest, Zahn turns and takes off toward the last remaining set of ropes, which launch Lyssa back toward Bloodwind’s noggin. Jumping into the air, the younger brunette delivers the last of her Zahn Bombs, SLAMMING her rump onto the Tempe Temptress’ gurls for a fourth and final time. Having done yeoman’s work depriving Juliet’s lungs of oxygen, it’s hardly even fair when the Social Media Superstar scoots back, settling into the saddle atop the deflated Native American’s features, the alarm in Navajo Nation growing more pronounced by the second.
Immediately, Juliet’s legs begin to thrash and kick--there’s little her arms can do, considering her biceps and currently sandwiched between Zahn’s thighs and calves. Lyssa brings her hands to Bloodwind’s rack, roughly pressing down and palming the Tempe Temptress’ gurls as she attempts to ride out foe’s struggles. As the seconds tick by, Juliet’s bucking and struggles ramps up in intensity and desperation...
... but, within about twenty seconds, that writhing begins to ease. And within another ten seconds, it practically ceases. But before the official can think about trying to ascertain Bloodwind’s consciousness, Zahn dismounts her opponent, pushing up to her feet. Circling to Juliet’s feet, the younger brunette takes her left ankle, lifting her gam into the air and stepping around it. But any thoughts of a figure four are quickly dispelled when Lyssa drops to her backside. Pressing her right foot into the back of Juliet’s right thigh, the Social Media Superstar nudges her opponent over to her belly, then stuffs the Tempe Temptress’ left boot into the pit of her right knee.
With her right leg in the keyhole created by Bloodwind’s thighs, Lyssa rolls to her knees, bringing the Tempe Temptress back over to her back, Juliet ironically finding herself trapped in a sort of Indian Deathlock--not that she’s currently aware enough to appreciate said irony. Grabbing Juliet’s right wrist, Zahn pulls the Navajo warrior up to a seated position, then threads her arm underneath the Tempe Temptress’ left wing. She then laces her fingers together underneath Bloodwind’s cheek, completely trapping Juliet in her Profile Pic.
PROFILE PIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6OdIL969x4
A jolt of agony only partially rouses Bloodwind out of her stupor, the Native American warrior utterly immobilized save for her right arm--which is not long enough, by several feet, to grab the ropes and force a break. “What do you say, Jules?” the ref asks.
“nnnnnnnhhhhhhhppppppppppphhhhhh....”
“Jules?” the official asks again, hoping for a clearer answer.
Instead, what he receives is, “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh....”
A somewhat closer examination of the Navajo warrior reveals closed eyes and parted lips that failed to move with that last vocalization. Tenderly, the ref take her right wrist, raising her arm...
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMES!!!!!
“RING IT!” the zebra shouts toward the timekeeper’s table. “IT’S OVER!”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the ring announcer proclaims once the bell finishes tolling, “your winner, via knockout... LYYYSSSSSSAAA ZAAAHHHNNN!!!!!”
The Social Media Superstar unclasps her hands, allowing the slumbering Bloodwind’s upper body to pitch forward. With Juliet’s legs still bound by hers, Zahn leans forward and makes short work of unfastening the Tempe Temptress’ bikini top.
“Lyssa, it’s over,” the ref snaps.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt her,” Zahn replies, working her legs loose from her opponent’s before liberated Juliet’s hips and hindquarters from her briefs. “I’ve just gotta give this bytch a reason to want to get her ass kicked by me again.”
Lyssa shovels the now naked save for her boots Bloodwind to her back before introducing the Tempe Temptress’ face to her glutes for a second time. And this time, Zahn settles in for the long haul. Pinching Juliet’s nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, the younger brunette twists and tugs on those buds, swishing her hips to all four compass points...
North...
South...
East...
West...
East...
South...
West...
South...
North...
And on. With each sweep, Lyssa pushes down a little harder. Her breathing becomes a little more ragged...
... and then her spine stiffens and arches, the Social Media Superstar pressing down HARD on Bloodwind’s bosom and throwing her head back with a low moan.
Chest heaving, Lyssa sinks a little heavier onto her opponent cum throne, taking all the time to gather her strength before climbing off. Still on her knees, Zahn slips her hands inside her briefs, along her right hip... and withdraws her phone. Switching on the camera app, the triumphant brunette lines up the perfect shot, where the light sufficiently captures the glaze on Juliet’s blissful features.
“If this isn’t Wall of Shame material,” Zahn coos, snapping off her first shot, “I don’t know what is...”